"It would be wise of you to lower that blade, Alisha," Olivia said, her voice sharp and piercing. "You will gain absolutely nothing from killing him."
"This is none of your business, you miserable wretch!" Alisha shrieked. Her laughter warped, revealing either a mind completely unhinged by what she had endured, or that she was finally showing her true, authentic self. Taking another step forward, she sneered, "Don't worry, I will handle him first... then I'll come back for you."
Mustering what little strength remained in her trembling limbs, Olivia forced herself to move. She deliberately stepped into Alisha's direct line of sight, cutting off her path to the bed. She swallowed hard, a cold knot of dread twisting tightly in her throat.
